small dogs

It was nice to take a break and see some dogs. There was a brief presentation at the beginning, and then the participants were allowed to mingle with the dogs and their keepers.

Although I had attended a similar presentation last year by other representatives of the same group that brought the dogs, I didn’t know that the organization that ran the program gave the resulting guide dogs to people who needed them for free. The presenter mentioned this after saying that the a trained guide dog was worth tens of thousands of dollars of work and time (I forget the exact number of the estimate, somewhere around 50,000 I think). Hearing this, I felt appreciation for the people involved.

Although one would think that getting to take care of a labrador puppy during school would be fun, I’m sure that being one of the keepers is a difficult job in addition to being a privilege. I felt that the keepers were more selfless than the average person.

 

art time~

This Studio Thursday was the first one I had been to, and had I known about this weekly event, I would’ve been to many more. For this particular week, us participants were able to make our own linoleum prints. After reading the event description, I had thought the event would simply be a demonstration of how linoleum prints are made (which would’ve been informative for me anyway, because I didn’t know what a linoleum print was before). However, I was pleased to find that we were going to make our own prints.

The event took place in the basement of the Johnson, in a room similar to the art classrooms I always walked by in high school. When I realized that I would get to make a print myself, I was excited, as I hadn’t been sat down and given materials for an arts and crafts activity since I was a pre-teen. The whole experience was vey nostalgic, as the Johnson workers demonstrated what we would be doing. The step-by-step explanation along with an example of a finished linoleum print made me feel as though I was once again a small child, especially because one of the earliest memories I can remember was one of being in a daycare with other three-year-olds listening to an explanation of an art activity.

Having looked at the Studio Thursday event calendar, it seems that art activities are only done on some Thursdays, while art-related discussions are held on others. I found this activity very enjoyable, and intend to attend more Studio Thursdays on activity days.

(artisitics renditions of) poisonous plants

To be honest, I didn’t read the description of this event before deciding to attend it, so I was expecting an exhibit of actual poisonous plants. As a result, I was questioning the decision to place an entire exhibit of poisonous plants in the Rose dining hall.

When I did show up to the event, I realized that the exhibit was a gallery of art made by students. Because I had been expecting living, poisonous plants, I was at first disappointed. However, I found some of the prints interesting and well done (speaking as someone who isn’t much qualified to criticize art). The professor of the art class (Gregory Page) was present, as well as the man (House Fellow Todd Bittner) who had shown the art students a variety of poisonous plants at the Plantations. They were there to briefly talk about the exhibit and then to discuss and answer questions about the art.

After looking at each of the prints in the exhibit, I approached House Fellow Todd Bittner. I had some questions about the plants he had shown the students. However, I was most interested in whether he had attempted to recognize some of the poisonous plants in the students’ art. I thought that would’ve been a neat post-project interaction between the collaborators, but it seemed that this hadn’t happened.

While I was looking at the exhibit, I thought that it would’ve been nice if each of the prints had a brief description/explanation of the art written by the student. I guess since I had been expecting plants, my desire for informative facts about poisonous plants was left to be sated. I still enjoyed the exhibit though.

abusing “disposable” labor

Although I grew up in southern Texas, where many illegal immigrants live and work, I was not aware of the severity of the exploitation of such workers, as depicted in ‘The Hand That Feeds’. Perhaps this is because abuse of labor is not as prevalent where I live, or perhaps it’s because not many spoke up about it. However, as I saw in the documentary, the abuse some workers endure because of their social status is definitely a concerning issue that more people should be aware of.

Although I was at first indifferent towards the issue, my feelings changed upon witnessing the human aspect of the issue as portrayed by the documentary. The film was mostly focused on the workplace and the workers’ efforts to better their situation, but it also followed some of the workers home. Although it should be obvious that such workers are normal people who have families to take care of back home, I felt a deeper sense of empathy upon actually seeing them living their normal lives outside of the workplace.

I think that this aspect of the issue is what the activists in the film were fighting for most. They weren’t trying to bring justice to the employers by enforcing the labor laws that the company were breaking, but they were instead fighting for the basic rights that the workers should’ve had as people.

old paper

Once during Freshman year, while I was still getting to know the campus, I was exploring Olin library and came across the Rare and Manuscript Collections section. At the time, the doors were closed so I thought it was only accessible to people who worked in there. In my head, I had imagined some kind of temperature controlled, dimly lit security vault within the doors.

Given the opportunity to visit the section in Kroch Library, I was eager to sign up for the tour last week. Upon arrival, I was surprised to find that the Rare and Manuscript Collections actually was open to visitors, as there was a reception desk and several hallways leading to different displays.

The man leading our group on the tour, Lance, had prepared a small collection to present to us, as our time was limited and seeing the entire collection would be impossible to do in an hour. Lance had prepared different books, letters, and artifacts of varying age and significance, all of which were unique and fascinating in that each had an interesting story. However, what attracted my attention the most, was a set of architectural diagrams of Uris Library and McGraw Tower. They were the original documents, signed by the architect himself. Being a chimesmaster, I found it interesting to see every aspect of the tower I spend so much time in depicted on a set of diagrams. As I admired the architect’s work, I realized that just as I could so closely relate and be fascinated by some old papers with writing on them, each of the items that Lance had prepared, as well as all the others in the Kroch collection, could similarly inspire or teach others who could relate to certain items. I was glad to see such enthusiasm in Lance as he described each item in the small collection he had prepared.

what am i listening to

After buying tickets for the concert a while ago, I listened to several recordings of Jack DeJohnette playing the drums in various jazz ensembles. A couple of the songs I listened to sounded familiar in the sense that a plebeian listener like me might distinguish jazz, but I noticed that more of the recordings sounded like abstract jumbles of noise to me. I wasn’t familiar with this type of jazz, so was looking forward to the concert.

The musicians included a drummer (the featured Jack DeJohnette), a cellist/bassist, a pianist, and two saxophonists (one of them also played the flute). Although their set consisted almost entirely of the abstract jazz I mentioned earlier, there were times during some of the pieces where I felt the music was the jazz most people would be familiar with. However, this realization happened for me scarcely as I was almost constantly in a state of musical confusion.

Speaking for myself, I found it difficult to enjoy the music, but that is not to say that I didn’t enjoy the concert. I couldn’t enjoy the music in the sense that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy a poem written in another language; I just didn’t understand it.

pleasant weather for a walk

Having been to Cascadilla Gorge several times before, I had been looking forward to once again enjoying the trail on last Saturday’s hike with House Fellow Todd Bittner. It was especially enjoyable given the nice weather we had.

Throughout the hike, Mr. Bittner gave us information about the gorge’s history and the facts behind its formation and constant evolution. As we trailed through the gorge, I thought of the gorge’s past in terms of the people who had also been through it. I realized that just as we as hikers were actual agents of erosion on the trail, we as students are also figuratively agents of erosion. Like wind or water carrying particles, we are dropping off and picking up different experiences as we pass through Cornell. And just as we might’ve been treading the same ground as alumni from a century ago, we were also having similar experiences as those people during our lives at Cornell.

With this perspective, it’s been much more interesting walking to and from class as I watch my peers, thinking of what kind of dirt they might be carrying on the soles of their feet.